I watched the mine rescue. I’m watching it now, live.

I’m watching them pull 33 men from 2000 feet below the surface of a land far from home. Raw emotion is overwhelming for those present. And for me watching.

They are saving lives. One man at a time. The best tv ever.

As I type, they are pushing the metal tube back into the earth. As the 24th miner to be brought up is reunited with his wife, family, co-workers and rescue workers, a stretcher awaits. It’s an odd scene, watching this tree of a man, emerge from that tube, strong and smiling. People applaud. They sing. Watching him hug and kiss his wife … most certainly wanting to go home and sit in his favorite chair, sleep in his bed. He’s gently reminded he must visit with friends later, medics await.